The Portal from Hell Evil House in Ohio

It was snowing in Ohio and we – family – were visiting. We were on our way to a shopping outlet but stopped through some neighborhoods because my mother loves to look at houses. We stopped at one particular house just off the end of a neighborhood that looked to be somewhat Victorian. Old, dilapidated, peeled paint, and cracked windows we still wanted to have look. We called the person to unlock the door and we all stepped in. Immediately I felt evil, something was non-human and just pure evil. The air was thick, just very heavy sensation and the floors (because of the frost) were uneven. I felt like I was in a fun house with some kind of evil magic somewhere.

When I first walked in, there was a beautiful stair case, foyer, and living room. I walked through the living room into the kitchen. I noticed a door that led to a basement but the smell was rank, like something had died. No one in my family dared go down there and crazy, but I almost sensed as if it was a morgue down there. Off the kitchen was a dining room and my assumptions were conclusive. I had found a magic book filled with incantations amongst other taddy books.

For a house being sold, it still needed some work. I walked up stairs and every single room I went through it was as if something non-human was laughing and following me. It was a strong and I mean strong presence, a blackness as if Satan himself. I began to feel nauseated (probably from vertigo on uneven floor boards) so I walked outside to get some air. By that time my mom walked out and we went to the garage. I sensed something was in there too but didn’t know what. Crazy I know, but when my mom walked up the second landing of the garage… we found an entire occult. Bones of animals used for sacrificial purposes, blood, pentagrams, charcoal, goblets… It looked just like out of a movie. Yes the house was beautiful, but the whole house felt like it was sitting on a portal from Hell itself. Even my family after an hour wanted to leave.

I don’t know how I “sensed” things but after finding the little Wicca book, the occult, and the basement… My mom agreed it was time to go. I mean seriously that house was pure evil, you could almost cut it with a knife and I am not talking cobwebs and dust. I mean yeah it’s one thing to feel something, but this… this was just… just simply almost unbearable as if someone were breathing fire on your neck following you everywhere just waiting to strike you while laughing. To this day, I don’t like when people talk about “D” emons as if they are nothing.